She forever sees to all of my needs
Her complaints by weight are just mere feather
With spirit downcast, and heart that doth bleed
She stitches mine soul, holds it together
Graveyard would be home, had I not found her
The anchor to which I clutch for mine life
A sweet breeze upon flows her tinge of myrrh
My center of gravity…she my wife
Age appears to hath forgotten she’s here
A figure girlish with eyes that twinkle
Oft’ times in dark I reach out in mute fear
To gently touch ‘neath soft blanket wrinkle
Ashes to ashes, mine bones would be dust
Mine savior awaits, I go to her thus
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